Sometimes, and this was short lived habit I'd gotten into at my parents, but sometimes in the morning when I have my tea I feel like eating cake rusk or regular rusk to go with.
Right now I'm sipping on soy milk and I think I'd rather like to eat a rusk with it, though I have a certain fondness for cake rusk which is actually a rusk but a cake but a rusk in that it's crunch isn't as clattering as a regular toast rusk but stays a bit muted and it is divine. But any rusk really with morning tea as my parents would always have it and I did too when I was with them.
Morning tea, the kind they had at eight which was probably their second because they drank one at five as well, was a ritual of sorts and I miss that ritual right now.
Rusk me hard.
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